I bury my face into my arm, silky hair cascading over me, hiding me from his view. I whimper and nod.

His fingers press into willing flesh. I squeak in response. I hadn't expected it to feel like this.

"Oh, God, yes, that's the spot. Don't stop! Please!"

The pressure is almost too much to bear. Pleasure borders on pain. I'm not sure I can hold out much longer.

"Please, please! No more, please, no more!"

"Had enough, babygirl?"

I nod my head, trembling from head to toe.

"Ok, no more back rubs for you tonight. Let's go to bed."

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! We've had no kinky fuckery for a few days because I decided to start a new workout challenge, and it's kicking my ass. I'm so sore that all John Brownstone can do is massage the tightness away and tuck me into bed. But it sounded good, didn't it? Okay, y'all, I know there's smutty goodness to read today - go forth and seek it out.

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Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!